Another day spent in the backseat of the Impala as Dean sped down the deserted highways to what could be a hunt. Sam had his head in a book, headphones on to ignore the loud music Dean was currently singing off key to. After giving up on your own book, you had leaned forward, resting your arms on the back of his seat as you watched the scenery speed past.

"So, men gone missing? Are you sure you and Sam want to take this one? Maybe you should have stayed back, let me take this one." You told him, watching as his eyes narrowed.

"We all know what happened the last time you tried a hunt on your own." He replied, bringing up bad memories. 

"Hey! It's not my fault it ended up being the king of hell!" You argued. "That could have happened to anyone. If we're going to blame anyone, I blame you. It was because of you he wanted me."

"Don't remind me." Dean answered, his mood turning grim. "That's why I fought this relationship so long. Who knows when it will be used against me."

Reaching over, you squeezed his shoulder. "Dean, I'm a big girl. I can handle myself."

It stopped the conversation, but you could see he still was a little unsure about the whole thing. With nothing to say to assure him, you sat back, knowing the honeymoon phase of your relationship was too good to last. 

The last couple hours of the trip were spent in an uncomfortable silence that Sam didn't seem to notice as he kept reading.  Leaning back in the seat, you watched as the scenery went by, not noticing the fact that Dean's gaze was often on you through the rear view mirror.

Letting your mind wander, you knew that your relationship with Dean wouldn't be an easy one. Both of you carried so much baggage that you had built layers of walls around your heart, and it would take more than some tender moments before they would crumble. But you were willing to fight for it, to make Dean see that the two of you were good together. Better together than apart. 

It wasn't much later when Dean was pulling into the parking lot of a little nicer than normal hotel room. Pulling your gaze from the upscale hotel, you met his eyes through the rear view mirror. "Wasn't much to chose from in this town, and I thought we could spoil ourselves a little bit." 

Whistling, Sam climbed out of the car. "This is pretty nice. I'll get my own room so you two can have some alone time." He offered, getting an okay from Dean. Watching as he headed into the lobby, you went to pull your bag from the trunk, stopping when Dean placed his hand on your wrist. 

"Y/N, wait." He pleaded, and you looked up to see his eyes full of emotion as he stared down at you. "Just because I was saying those things earlier doesn't mean that I don't want to try a relationship with you. I do. It just gives me nightmares every night that you might get hurt, or die because of who I am."

"Dean, even without being in a relationship with you, that could happen. I'm a hunter, and I was before I fell for you." You assured him, just as Sam came back out, a flustered look on his face. 

"Well, we happen to have the honeymoon suite, and that's it. The rest of the place is booked. Even though there's only about ten cars in the parking lot. But the mini bar is free, and there's a buffet included."

Dean's ears picked up at the thought of free booze and food, and you knew he was hooked, even without the extra bedroom. Slipping your bag over your shoulder, you followed the boys into the elevator, just as surprised with the lack of guests even though the hostess had assured Sam they were full. "Doesn't this ring weird? Like when we stayed at that hotel and it ended up being a meeting for Gods." Dean sounded out loud.

"Yeah, I don't care for it either." You admitted, as you stepped off onto the third floor. For once the hallway didn't smell of booze and stale sweat. The walls were painted a light blue, brightly lit with pastel colored carpet. 

Your room was on the end, with a staircase close by. Pushing open the door, Sam stepped aside, letting you follow him in. A huge, king sized bed was in the center of the room, it's comforter a deep wine color. A long couch was off to the side, facing a large TV. "Well, it will work." Dean shrugged as he walked straight over to the mini fridge, pulling out a tiny bottle of whiskey. 

"So, now what? We don't really have much to go on with this case." You asked as you checked out the bathroom, wishing you had the time to enjoy the luxurious jacuzzi tub that came with bath salts. 

"Why don't the two of you head to the police station, while I head down to the pier where most of the men had gone missing from." Sam suggested, as you pulled Dean away from pulling more alcohol out of the mini fridge.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" You asked. "Why don't you take the police station, and Dean and I head down to the pier? That way you aren't on your own."

Frowning at you, Dean crossed his arms over his chest. "Don't worry. Sam's not like the men that's disappeared. They'll probably mistake him as a girl with that hair of his. Just give me five minutes..."

"Dean." Sam grumbled, shaking his head, annoyed at Dean's antics.

"What? Okay then Rapunzel." Dean backed off. "We'll go to the police station, but if anything happens, call us immediately. Don't try to be some big hero, ask for help."

Looking longingly at the gigantic bed and the welcoming sight of the jacuzzi, you grabbed your FBI gear, taking it into the bathroom, changing into the simple pant suit. Once you had come back out, Sam was gone, and Dean was just tying his tie. "I'm still not sure I like this. What if something happens to Sam?"

"Sam's a big boy. If he wanted to take the risk, he's capable of handling himself. And it just gives me that much time with you. The quicker we get back from the station, the faster we can try out that buffet."

"Dean, is that all there is to you? Booze and food?" You teased, squealing when he pulled you into his arms.

Nibbling on your bottom lip, he whispered. "You know for a fact that's not the case. But I really don't want to get hot and heavy with the chance that Sam could come walking in at any moment."